Young lesbian love

Part 3: cigarettes cure the pain

The next day i woke up next to anna her legs still rested over mine I payed particular attention to her peaceful face she looked like a sleeping baby with no worries at all. I started running my fingers threw her tangled hair attempting not to hurt her. I see her open her gloomy eyes and I told her I was gonna go home now and I kissed her forehead and walked down stairs and her brother was sitting on the couch and said "who the hell are you" with his face stuffed with fruit loops. I just told him I am Anna's freind and I was staying over for the night. he seemed pretty okay with it so I simply just left. as I was walking home which was just two blocks away I heard my phone violently buzz repeatedly. I check it and it's a bunch of text messages and instagram comments and tags. it was a genre of random numbers saying "slut" lesbian whore" gayyyy" ugly" retarted" etc. instagram notifications of people tagging me calling me a slut. as I was walking I passed by my ex boyfriends house and we broke up becuase I just knew I liked girls but I tried guys anyways.he ran up to me and said"so we break up and your going around having sex with strangers now? Huh?" so I guess your "lesbian" now so was I just a joke to you?" I just kept walking but speeding up the speed now and he continued jabbering things at me until I couldn't even hear anymore. my phone continues to buzz violently with spamming text messages reminding me I'm an apparent "slut". It still got to me I try my hardest to not give a fuck but the one time I ever have someone to love it has to get intruded by others. I continued to walk the walk now felt like forever like it would never end and the thoughts kept spiraling in my mind. I finally got home and I ran to my room and sat on my bed just to stare at the wall. I opened my window and sat on the roof looking at the sun set and lighting my cigarette. I suck in the first burst of smoke and it's like a mind cure for me. it's like it passes your brain and numbs it for awhile. a tear ran down my face as I fear things Will just get bad again.